Florence lay in bed, just about to fall asleep, when her phone buzzed. A message had come through.
It was from Lancelot.
Lancelot: Are you asleep?
She glanced at it, didn't reply, and tossed the phone aside.
"Ding-ding!" Another message arrived shortly after.
Still from Lancelot.
Lancelot: Florence, why are you ignoring me?
Florence sighed, feeling a little exasperated.
Ever since running into each other at the hospital, Lancelot had been messaging her nonstop. Most of it was trivial nonsense she didn't feel like responding to.
Florence: I'm going to sleep. Whatever it is, we'll talk tomorrow.
She finally replied before shutting off her phone.
Did he think she didn't have a temper?
*****
On the other end, Lancelot stared at his phone, spinning it between his fingers.
Even tho
